You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
"You want to hear my story" he would say, then he would start walking over to take a seat "I will tell you a grand story of my heroic life" he would take seat, then taking a short breath and with he would begin to talk "I'm a merchant from the lands of CelIa'Nor" He would start taping his hand on the table " Going town to town selling goods that no one seen before, becoming one of the greatest merchant the world have ever seen" he would take a short breath "So my fine lady would you like to buy some Snake oil?" The merchant would say before pulling out a bottle of oil
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